Some stories are never forgotten

Memories that have been shushed for ages resurface when one least expect it. When I was six years old, Mrs M, my adoptive mother got pregnant. At the time, I was obsessed with Alice in Wonderland and had asked my parents if we could name my sister Alice. Thirty-six years ago, I didn’t know I […]

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My father the gynecologist

GPs and specialists alike usually commend me on my grasp of medical terminology. They find it hard to understand that a ‘commoner’ can ask them about karyotypes, talk about genes, and show concern about the length of the cervix during the second trimester of pregnancy. The mere fact that I can utter the word ‘vagina’ […]

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